A bald man with long hair opened the wooden window.
A slight temperature difference brought a breeze into the room, and the warm artificial sunlight passed through the curtains and reflected on the three-meter-long and wide bed. The bursts of cool air finally allowed this closed room to barely dissipate some of the smell of sweat and the fragrance of heather.
The long-haired man was facing the window, with his hands clasped together, holding the solid gold cross around his neck, and silently reciting a prayer.
Finally, the morning class ended with a low prayer.
"The Lord's blessing is always with you."
Grigory Novier Rasputin.
The current favored minister in front of the new emperor of the Ursus Empire was from a lowly background but was blessed by the gods. He won the emperor's favor with his superb 'divine arts' and was named the [Prophet]. He was often relied upon by the emperor.
However, compared to the title of prophet, Rasputin himself preferred to be called - wizard.
Even though he was in a high position, Rasputin never dared to forget what he relied on to climb to his current position.
Just like Sakaz would combine his own experience with Originium technology to create Originium medical technology, Rasputin also has extensive research on Originium technology.
After years of research and his own deception, he developed a special Originium technique called large-scale hypnosis.
It was precisely because of this that he was able to repeatedly show so-called "miracles" in front of the public, gain the appreciation of the emperor, and be able to enter and leave the Ursus Palace at will.
Later, he relied on his unique Yin skills to seize the opportunity to have an affair with Queen Ursus, influence the government, and gain a lot of benefits for himself.
Finally, I got to where I am now.
However, just like people will react automatically if someone stares at them from behind for a long time, if the cuckold is worn for a long time, the emperor can also vaguely notice something.
For example, a certain child's genes are wrong, the fishy smell in the bed, etc., accumulated little by little, will eventually explode at a certain moment one day.
Rasputin can be said to be well versed in the principle of being prepared for danger in times of peace.
Of course, the reason why he only started taking action recently is mainly because he keenly caught some danger signals from the recent behavior of the nobles who are members of the Ursus Parliament returning to their own territories.
In order to save his own life, Rasputin would not place all his hopes on the stupid emperor of Ursus. Taking advantage of the prosperity of his royal family, he also wanted to find a territory of his own.
OK.
After a lot of back and forth, and some coincidences, Rasputin finally came up with the idea of illusion.
Sure enough, with the great nobles of Ursus cooperating with the illusion in droves, I just slightly proposed the idea of going against them to His Majesty, and was immediately granted the right to mobilize the third royal guard, and he had full authority.
Take responsibility for yourself.
Of course, if you take responsibility for yourself, the rewards will naturally belong to you as well.
If it goes as expected, in this situation where His Majesty is fighting for power with those big nobles, I only need to make a little push to make the big nobles lose a lot of property and interests, and then I can get a large reward from His Majesty.
It's a pity that in order to erase the traces and blow up the transport ship, he sacrificed many believers
Even he himself spent a precious one-time teleportation spell to teleport to this safe house at an ultra-long-distance fixed point.
However, the most dangerous time has passed.
Now, he only needs to rely on His Majesty's honor and favor to survive the next wave of counterattacks by the nobles, and then he can gain his own missionary territory.
As for the threat of fantasy?
Oh!
Even a mere armed company has the guts to go against me, Great Ursus?
Although I heard that the boss of that company seemed to have some abilities, I thought it was just a bunch of frogs in a well bragging about each other.
What's more, this time I followed the plan made by 'that person'. During the operation, even the transport ship in the illusion was destroyed, and so many of my followers were forced to sacrifice. Everything was done perfectly.
Leave no trace behind.
Even the great nobles may just guess that they did everything - but they have no evidence!
After all, it’s just a technology company with some money and some reputation in various places. Without evidence, what can they do to themselves?
He is a dignified priest of the Ursus Empire!
From the beginning, Rasputin paid little attention to the illusion.
Even to the extent that he could reach this point, he felt that he was cautious enough and left no clue to others.
No matter what happens, even if someone comes looking for him, he just needs to hide in the palace! What can the illusion do to him?
Blow up the palace?!
joke.
While reviewing his actions in his mind and making sure that he would not fall into the hands of any high-ranking noble, Rasputin slowly walked out of the door.
At the door, the original male owner of the manor was standing here with a respectful look on his face, holding a wet towel in his hands.
Rasputin took the towel with a calm expression and gently wiped his naked body with a calm expression on his face.
The short, fat middle-aged man Ursus looked dull, as if he hadn't seen anything.
Rasputin had long been accustomed to this situation.
Ever since he discovered the hypnotic source stone technology, his life has been like a cheat.
Women have everything they need.
A manor owner like this who only has money but no strength can imprint his own thoughts with just one look, making it impossible for him to break free for several years.
Even for some powerful professionals, he just needs to put in a little more effort.
Because spirit and strength are different, willpower cannot be improved indefinitely through repeated exercise.
This is one of the reasons why Rasputin was able to dominate the court for many years without falling.
Seeing that this 'believer' was quite well-behaved, Rasputin raised his head slightly and casually threw the towel he had wiped himself into his arms: "Go and clean up the room. Your wife and maid are not bad. I'll do it this afternoon."
Come again."
"Yes, Lord Wizard."
The middle-aged Ursus man lowered his head and responded, then silently entered the house and started cleaning.
Rasputin went downstairs to have breakfast.
The yogurt in Tucum City was quite good and had a unique taste. He liked to eat it very much. This cheese was included in yesterday's breakfast, which made him very satisfied.
What will be for breakfast today?
Mr. Rasputin was in a very relaxed mood.
As I walked to the dining hall humming a little tune, I heard a voice not far away asking:
"Are you the wizard?"
Rasputin stopped walking.
Then, without even looking back, he stepped hard on his feet and made a small hole the size of a human head. His strong body crashed through the wooden stair railing, and he rushed straight out of the villa. His body curled up in mid-air, preparing to roll on the ground to relieve his strength.
, take advantage of the situation and run away.
This series of actions can be said to be swift and swift, without any hesitation. He doesn't even intend to know who the opponent is. His judgment is far beyond ordinary people. If it were someone else, he might really escape.
Unfortunately, there is no such thing as reality.
【still】
At the moment when Mr. Rasputin's feet were about twenty centimeters from the ground as he was running away, the space within a five-meter radius centered on him was forcibly separated from the world.
The body that was curled up and ready to release its strength suddenly stopped in mid-air.
The facial muscles remained tense, seeming serious and indifferent, obviously at a critical moment of life and death.
However, when this expression is placed in a still space, it is as funny as a black and white mime from the early 20th century.
The pupils narrowed in the direction of the visitor.
——The dining table, which is six to seven meters long, is covered with neat white silk cloth. At this time, it is stepped on by a pair of leather shoes. His slender legs are placed on the table. The seemingly thin man has his fingers folded together and placed in front of his abdomen.
Han Baiyi just sat so quietly on the main seat, looking across the entire dining table, looking at him calmly, and asked every word.